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synopsis: The trio continue developing The Plan, and predictably become more immersed in paranoid, convoluted historical conspiracy. Long, frenzied nights of philosophizing and dreary days of trying to piece together a coherent grid to fit their fragmented theorizings. Self-induced tragedy predictably befalls the self-appointed code-cracking trifecta. Causabon trudges onward, a lone semi-enlightened survivor in a world hell-bend on secrecy and subversion. But not without a hi

synopsis: More random traveling with Causabon and company, more Jungian philosophizing inspired by sculptures and building features and such. Then they wander into a psychedelic party. Later they eavesdrop on a Rosicrucian meeting. Causabon meets up with Lia and she schools him on occultism and tells him she's pregnant. Segue to Causabon and cohorts talking about the mysticism of car parts. Then, of course, more historical ramblings: "The Massalians are not dualists but monar

synopsis: Causabon falls in love with Ampara and so moves to Brazil to be with her. He engages in socio-political discussion with the Brazilians. Then he receives a letter from Belbo: "...an evocation of the spirit of Cagliostro was to be held in a few days. I went. ... And now came the disturbing part, because the pathetic girl seemed to be in real pain: she trembled, sweated, bellowed, and began to speak in broken phrases of a temple and a door that must be opened. She said

Synopsis: Causabon recalls his childhood transformation into incredulousness, his university dichotomy between Revolution and Culture, and meeting Belbo at a bar for the first time. Then Belbo tells a childhood story of desiring a trumpet. Causabon tells Belbo's he's writing his thesis on the Templars, and Belbo tells him he's a lunatic--at length (not to be confused with a moron or a cretin). The next day, they meet comrade Diotallevi's colleague at a publishing house, and

synopsis: The yet unnamed protagonist recollects how, in a museum, he marveled at a magnificent pendulum. He planned to hide in the museum that night and wait for his friends to somehow sneak in and join him. After considering his hidey-hole options, he feared of being enveloped in any of the engined and motored vehicles on display: "How could I endure in the midst of that foul concatenation of diesel genitals and turbine-driven vaginas, the inorganic throats that once had fl